Every single morning we have a problem. It is a big problem. A large tangled problem that for the past decade I have been unable to solve without her tears.
Until now!
The solution is The Wet Brush. I ordered it off of Amazon and it's the best under-10-dollar-item I have ever bought. I'm not getting paid to say this. It is just a fact. Somehow, I can run this magic brush through her hair and it becomes smooth. I don't know where the snarls go. I don't know how it happens, but I am so grateful that she doesn't cry any more.
Sarah's 'quality of life' is better, and I am all for that!
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
The Girl in the Pink Dress
I came across this story recently and it reminded me so much of my Sarah, with her curved back (spinal kyphosis). So I will share it with you.
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Now I know where Sarah keeps her wings.
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There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.
Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see If the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was Yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes. Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl.
For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl’s dress. It was grotesquely shaped.
I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no Effort to speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to Avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.
I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, ‘Hello’
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a ‘hi ‘; after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.
I asked the girl why she was so sad.
I asked the girl why she was so sad.
The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, ‘Because, I’m Different…’
I immediately said, ‘That you are!’; and smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, ‘I know.’
‘Little girl,’ I said, ‘you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent.’
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and Said, ‘Really?’
‘Yes, you’re like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all the people walking by.’
She nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her Wings to spread, then she said ‘I am.’
‘I’m your Guardian Angel,’ with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless — sure I was seeing things.
She said, ‘For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done’..
I got to my feet and said, ‘Wait, why did no one stop to help an Angel?’
She looked at me, smiled, and said, ‘You’re the only one that could see me,’ and then she was gone.
And with that, my life was changed dramatically. So, when you think you’re all you have, remember, your angel is Always watching over you.
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Now I know where Sarah keeps her wings.
Friday, April 06, 2012
Good Times
Last weekend I took a trip to Washington, DC to see Jimmy.
This looks like such a simple statement, but it is not. Just the preparations alone to get out the door took a full week. Because of Sarah.
I didn't really feel like I was going anywhere until I was actually in the seat of the plane and we were taking off. You know... that moment when the plane is barreling down the runway and your back is forced against your seat? That is when it all began, for me.
And what a weekend it was. I met Jimmy's friends, his boss, and fellow employees. I watched him coach his baseball team, we ate in a a multitude of restaurants and I got a glimpse of his soon-to-be, new living quarters.
I experienced how he drives (fast... like his mama), how he eats (not much..like his mama) and what he likes to talk about. I heard about future plans and dreams . It was very enlightening. In a lot of ways, as he gets older, I see more and more of myself in him. I didn't expect that. I find it intriguing. He is still changing.
He has a very busy daily life. He does a lot of driving from place to place. He is a hard worker, is full of energy and has wonderful friends. He loves his job, loves coaching and is excited for his upcoming move.
It is everything that I had hoped for him when he was so small. I always, always knew he had very large wings to unfold and that he would live his life large and enthusiastically, given the chance. And he is getting that chance. I am so thankful.
And Sarah? How did she fare with my being gone all weekend? Just fine, thanks to a wonderful caretaker!
Here are a few pictures from DC:
My sister Ali
I love lions
This looks like such a simple statement, but it is not. Just the preparations alone to get out the door took a full week. Because of Sarah.
I didn't really feel like I was going anywhere until I was actually in the seat of the plane and we were taking off. You know... that moment when the plane is barreling down the runway and your back is forced against your seat? That is when it all began, for me.
And what a weekend it was. I met Jimmy's friends, his boss, and fellow employees. I watched him coach his baseball team, we ate in a a multitude of restaurants and I got a glimpse of his soon-to-be, new living quarters.
I experienced how he drives (fast... like his mama), how he eats (not much..like his mama) and what he likes to talk about. I heard about future plans and dreams . It was very enlightening. In a lot of ways, as he gets older, I see more and more of myself in him. I didn't expect that. I find it intriguing. He is still changing.
He has a very busy daily life. He does a lot of driving from place to place. He is a hard worker, is full of energy and has wonderful friends. He loves his job, loves coaching and is excited for his upcoming move.
It is everything that I had hoped for him when he was so small. I always, always knew he had very large wings to unfold and that he would live his life large and enthusiastically, given the chance. And he is getting that chance. I am so thankful.
And Sarah? How did she fare with my being gone all weekend? Just fine, thanks to a wonderful caretaker!
Here are a few pictures from DC:
My sister Ali
I love lions
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